Looking at the calendar, it’s the last Sunday of February. For some that means thoughts of spring, others are thinking getting taxes done, and those in the northeast are getting snow. In Seattle, for us cyclists, its time for the Chilly Hilly!
Long time readers of the Mountainstroh blog know I have one fear: Getting Old. I am honestly scared to death of being old, decrepit, and being barely able to walk to the mailbox. That, plus a guy I saw once in Disneyland (another post for another day) are why I bust my ass and work out so much.
Yep, it is official, the Seattle area has had its wettest winter ever! I know, I know, those who do not live in the Northwest might be amazed. As far as the rest of the country is concerned, every day in Seattle, year round, looks like this.
And I won’t lie. with these stats from the Tacoma News Tribune
The National Weather Service said 22.78 inches of rain have fallen at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport since Dec. 1. That beats the previous record of 22.77 inches, set in the winter of 1998 to 1999.
As we all know, my way to keep in shape is the ride the bike. Be it 5 miles to work or 100 miles in the mountains, keeping the legs moving keeps the body strong, the heart beating, and face smiling.
Michelle is a run walker, and her legs (very nice ones I might add) do the same as she cranks out her miles. On the weekend, I will drive her anywhere from 6 to 15 miles away, and drop her at the trail for her to walk back. I meet her at Starbucks.
It works better this way as she just has to focus moving forward instead of picking a turn around spot, and I will have an ice tea waiting for her at Starbucks.
It’s a sad truth, working gets in the way of cycling. Yep, bills, groceries, wine and stuff costs money. Had I known the person I was now and how much I liked riding at this stage of life, I may have chosen another career path. (One that involved 2 wheels….) But, luckily I am happy now, so I have no regrets. The job pays the bills and buys the bike gear, though it does require I get creative with finding time to cycle!
Once, long ago, I got in trouble at work for something I did. Now the person on the receiving end of my plan was a friend of mine. Sadly, he was also an employee of the department I was a supervisor in.
DLow (one of my least favorite bosses ever) while calling me on the carpet, asked what I was thinking. I replied, “He is a friend of mine, it’s what friends do!” He just looked at me dumbfounded and said “I don’t know what kind of friends you have, but none that I have would ever do something like that…”
For once I kept my mouth shut, but inside I was thinking, “Wow, you must not have real friends…” but if you knew Dlow you would not be surprised!
One of the things I have learned over the last few years of writing this blog is to never get in the way of a new post. There are just too many days when the blog fodder just does NOT happen. So, today as I was eating dinner and sipping a glass of wine in Spokane, my mind started thinking back to what I consider my fist ‘real’ hike of the Mountainstroh era.